There once was a handy old gnome, In a hallowed-out tree he would roam. With a huff and a puff, He’d bake cakes just enough, Then giggle while serving them foam!
Cindy the cat was feeling quite bored, Not a thing in the house could be adored. The ball of yarn sat, untouched on the floor, No games or fun, she just wanted more.
With a flick of her tail and a sigh so deep, She longed for adventure, for dreams in her sleep. But there in her world, with nothing to do, She waited for magic to come into view.
Your final three words for this week are: UNLUCKY CREEPY LADDER
The unlucky, creepy crook one night, Climbed a ladder, hoping for a heist so bright. But fate had other plans in store, As he teetered high, he lost his core.
With a stumble and a slip, down he went, A tumble through air, his balance spent. Oh, the irony in his sneaky plight, The ladder crumbled, swallowed by the night.
He landed with a thud, in the shadows’ cloak, Dreams of riches vanished, like a cruel joke. So heed this tale of the crook so brash, Sometimes misfortune gives a wicked crash.
In a corner sat Puffy, quite stuffed, With dreams of adventures all puffed. In a tale full of plot, He found a warm spot, Where laughter and joy were enough.
In the twilight where wonders weave, I am allowed to be astounded, believe. Your gestures dance like stars in the night, A unique rhythm, pure delight.
With every glance, a story unfolds, A tapestry of colors, bold yet untold. In your presence, the mundane takes flight, I am allowed to be astounded by your light.
Your final three words this week are: BIND BLIND ABOUND
There once was a creature quite blind, In a world where no limits defined. With friends all around, They danced and they bound, In adventures together, they twined.
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Your final three words this week are: HOORAY CHEER CHANT
In a town where the folks love to play, They gather to cheer, hooray! With a chant loud and clear, Joy spreads far and near, What a wonderful, bright holiday!
In a classroom filled with humdrum sounds, The lecture drags, my spirit drowns. Words flow slowly, so dull and gray, Boring moments stretch the day.
I wish for sparks, a little thrill, To chase away this heavy chill. But here I sit, with thoughts that roam, Yearning for a place called home.
Oh, to break free from this endless talk, To find some joy in the dull classroom walk. A spark of laughter, a dash of fun, Then the humdrum could finally be done.
In shadows deep, my worry grows, A seed that whispers, never slows. With every thought, my heart will churn, As I watch the world, my spirit yearn.
Each concern of others, I hold so tight, Their burdens heavy, I feel the weight of night. In my caring heart, I lose my way, Forgotten self, in the fray of day.
I tend to their needs, their sorrows I share, But in the mirror, I find no care. With gentle hands, I must learn to mend, To hold my own heart, to be my own friend.
So I’ll breathe deep and let worries part, For in caring for me, I’ll heal my heart. With balance found, I’ll rise anew, In caring for myself, I’ll be strong for you.
Walter was witty, a master of jest, With clever quips that put humor to the test. His tricks, though playful, often caused strife, Yet beneath the laughter, they brightened our life.
Wilful in ways, he’d never back down, With a mischievous grin, he wore his own crown. Chasing the sunset, he’d frolic and roam, In a world of his making, he felt right at home.
Wondrous were times when we’d gather around, With stories and laughter, our joy knew no bounds. So here’s to the moments both silly and bright, With Walter as the spark, our hearts took to flight.
A vampire with blood on his cloak, Stood by a well, trying to poke. But he tripped on a steep, And his snack let out a “eep!” Now he’s flowing with laughter, not smoke!
In a quiet old town lived a recluse, Whose cookies were stolen—oh, what a ruse! They accused him with glee, in whispers so sly, But he simpered and grinned, “Just let me comply!”
With a plate full of treats, they arrived at his door, He took just one bite, then devoured them more. Now he’s the sweet legend, with fame in his midst, The cookie-stealing recluse? No one can resist!